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          On a direct mountain
     I was laid off from my job as a fund raiser
          and pushed by that direct selfness,
               I wrote my first (direct!) poem called:

                    'Unrealistic Lottery'
                         And
                         picked
                         my way
                         back
                         down
                         the mo
                         untain
                         in the
                         dark
                         And
                         wai
                         ted
                         for
                         the
                         mou
                         nta
                         in
                         to 
                         rea
                         d
                         it